ST. PAUL — Okay, here’s my Republican Convention story. After I
did my little tiny bit of reporting work from St. Paul’s Xcel
Center on Wednesday, I got into a taxi to head back to my hotel. Of
course we got stuck in traffic.
I asked my driver, a rugged looking fellow, where he was from
and how he was enjoying the convention.
It was as if I had uncorked a bottle of champagne.
“Have you ever heard of Ogaden?” he asked me.
“Yes, it’s part of Ethiopia,” I said. “Lots of fighting
there.”
“It is a huge area. Seven million people. Government of Ethiopia
gives us no schools, no hospitals, no clinics, nothing. Just poor
nomads who want something more. There is oil there and other people
get rich from it and we stay poor.
“I was a nomad,” he said. “I had nothing. I escaped when they
wanted to put me in the army to fight in Somalia. I went to Kenya,
then came here. Kenya is a beautiful country but there is no
country like the United States.
“I have been here sixteen years. I came with nothing. I have a
taxi now. I am in graduate school at the University of Minnesota. I
have a wife and three kids. We have a house and two cars and air
conditioning. I brought over my two brothers. They were grazing
sheep. Now one is a chemical engineer and one is studying English
literature. In the United States anything can happen.”
I thought to myself, this is the real story of America, not
Sarah Palin or Joe Biden. This taxi driver who found his dreams in
the Twin Cities.
“Listen, I know people who talk bad about the United States,” my
driver said. “I tell them, if you work you can accomplish anything
in this country. If you don’t, there’s something wrong with you,
not this country. This country is the best country in the world.
Everyone,” and here he raised his voice and wagged his finger,
“everyone in the world wants to come here. And they’re right.”
The rest of the convention was fine, but I got my lesson from
that taxi driver from a war torn hellhole, who found his Garden of
Eden in Minnesota. God bless this great country.